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she never surpassed.' These are, of course, inserted, and are referred to by Mrs. Howitt in the following touching and beautiful lines.
The lute thou loved’st hath given its latest tone ;
Hast thou gone from us, young and gifted one!
Sweet words of song penned in those far-off wilds,
Strong as a patriot's, gentle as a child's.
That they who loved thee may approach and read ;
That thou wast worthy to be loved indeed !
For love, a flower, the sere leaf of a tree, -
Thy latest lays-memento flowers of thee !
The following stanza is by L. E. L., and accompanies a beautiful engraving entitled 'Kate is Craz’d. It is preceded by an extract from Cowper, well known to all his admirers, in which he paints with such graphic truth the picture of 'a serving maid' whose lover went to sea and died. The beauty of the poetry is lost sight of under the melancholy associations which it recalls to mind.
• How wonderful ! how beautiful ! these words
Let not our mind precede us to our tomb ! Such were the musings of L. E. L. a short time prior---perhaps only a few days or hours—to the melancholy termination of her life. They forcibly remind us of her own words, assigned to her first heroine.
• Sad were my shades ; methinks they had
We pass over the stanzas on Lord Byron at Newstead Abbey, as well as those on the Shrine and Grotto of Santa Rosalia, in both of which the distinctive features of Miss Landon's muse are conspicuous, united in the case of the former with more than ber usual power, to make room for the following accompaniment to an engraving of Thomas Clarkson, Esq., the friend of Africa and of
• Not to the many doth the earth
• And yet what grievous wrong is wrought,
• For generous impulses and strong
• The meanest hut that ever stood
If they are children, let them have
Such wrong is darkly visited ;
Must answer with thy own.' We must restrict ourselves to one more extract, which will furnish no unfavorable specimen of the versification of the present editor.
A CITY STREET.
I love the fields, the woods, the streams,
I see the shivering, houseless wretch,
* And lofty, princely palaces -
· Hence is it that a city street
The engravings, thirty-six in number, are selected from the numerous illustrated works published by the Messrs. Fisher, with a few borrowed from other sources, and here reissued, in some cases, with new titles. As they have already been subjected to critical notice it is needless to descant on their merits. On the whole we have no hesitation in recording our judgment, that the present volume is every way worthy of its predecessors, and fully entitled to the same patronage which they enjoyed.
The Juvenile Scrap-Book appears this year under the editorship of Mrs. Ellis, whose recent work on 'The Women of England, has only served to ratify the favorable judgment previously formed of her talents. Some apprehension is expressed in her preface lest the work should be thought wanting in the lighter and more amusing features of such a volume. We have no fear of this kind, for there is a happy blending throughout its pages, of the qualities best suited to fascinate and instruct the juvenile reader. We may refer in confirmation of our remark to 'The *Unwilling Philosopher," "The Bark of Hope,'' Island Wonders,' and Day Dreams.' We are glad that such a work should be placed in such hands, and commend it with the sincerest goodwill to our readers. While furnishing materials for thought, it is adapted to cherish all social virtues, and to spread over the domestic hearth a cheerfulness and hilarity, which while amusing the young, may also gratify and warm the aged breast.
Art. VIII. 1. Speech of the Right Hon. Lord Lyndhurst, delivered
in the House of Lords, August 23, 1839. London. 2. The Ministerial Crisis. By T. GISBORNE, Esq., jun. London.
THE 'HE termination of a parliamentary session affords that kind of
pause which travellers are fond of making on the brow of any isolated mountain they may have just ascended. An extensive prospect perhaps opens before,-behind, -- and around them. Glances are thrown in every possible direction,-eastward, and westward, and northward, and southward; whilst more especially the road, along which their recent course conducted them, comes in for its share of their attention. Next however to this, and soon in a still greater degree, they endeavour to discern with absorbing curiosity, the labyrinth of their future journey. Maps, observations, conjectures, are all in requisition. The longest heads guess the most correctly: yet each guesses something, in the way of inference from the past, or anticipations of the morrow. Colours will be cast upon such sensations according to circumstances. If the panorama be a paradise, or even any thing like a paradise, imagination will light up the woods and vallies, the fields and the rivers, with innumerable sunbeams : overhanging clouds will only reflect irises; and hope will shower into the soul her most delicious pleasures. But if, on other hand, an illimitable wilderness lies outspread before the eye; if spectators can behold little else than wastes of sand scorching under the concave of heaven,—or mounting into pillars of smoke in the distance, whilst mirage after mirage allures to all the bitterness of disappointment;—then will the stoutest heart grow sad, and sigh for a land of rest, where labour will be exchanged for repose, and shadows be swallowed up in realities.
In applying a metaphor of this kind to our present political position, we hold ourselves to be neither croakers nor alarmists. Our wish is merely to see and describe matters as they actually exist. The ultimate result is in the hands of an Almighty Providence, who beyond a question is working out the wisest ends by the best possible means. We are looking, so to speak, on that side of his wonderful processes of performance, which puzzles poor finite creatures, simply because their survey is limited to a very small portion of the whole. Yet we must use our reason, and our observation, in the best manner we can, both to prepare ourselves for the changes of human life, and learn more perfectly such passages, as God may vouchsafe to show us, of his divine and ineffable glory. Time is after all the vestibule of eternity, The present state may in many respects be considered as part of the vast temple, wherein He, who dwelleth not in houses ma de